Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“You’re probably going to come soon, little bird,” he murmured soothingly. “That just means your body is going to release all the built-up sexual energy.”
“Is that what happened to you when…when you made all that creamy stuff?” I gasped, my fingers still working between my legs.
He rumbled soft laughter in my ear.
“Exactly, little bird.”
“And if…if you were taking me…you would… would spurt it between my legs instead?” I panted.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” His eyes were burning as I met his gaze in the mirror. “Deep in your sweet little pussy. I’d fill you up with my cum until you overflowed.”
“Oh!” I gasped. Somehow the mental image of him doing that—of his thick shaft stretching my pussy open and spurting deep inside me—appeared in my mind’s eye and excited me even more. It was frightening to think of something so big and thick going inside me…but incredibly arousing too.
“Mmm, you’re getting close now, little bird,” Liath told me. “Soon you’ll feel the pleasure peak inside you. When you do, push it all outward—right at the rose.”
The rose—right. It was difficult to keep the rose I was trying to bring back to life in mind when the pleasure inside me seemed to be taking all my attention. I was close…so close. But I needed something more.
“Liath, please,” I begged as I stroked myself. “Please, I need…need something else.”
“Does this help?” He cupped my breasts in his hands and began to tug gently on my tight nipples.
“Oh!” I moaned, arching my back. “Yes, that helps! But I need…I want…”
“Tell me what you want, little bird—if it’s in my power, I’ll give it to you,” he growled.
“Call me your ‘good girl’ again,” I begged, the words leaving my mouth in a gasp. “Please, I like it when you do that. And…and it makes me feel like…like it’s all right to…to let go.”
“It is all right to let go. Because you are my good girl, Alira,” he rumbled in my ear, still tugging and twisting my tight peaks. “Such a good girl to pet your sweet, hot pussy for me.”
It was exactly what I needed—my new husband’s words of praise seemed to send me over some kind of edge. Suddenly I felt the pleasure peaking inside me—wave after wave of sensation rolling through me. My nipples got almost unbearably tight, my toes curled, and a cry of pure emotion broke from my lips.
“Liath!” I gasped, arching my back as the pleasure flooded and overwhelmed me. “Oh, it feels so…so…oh!”
“That’s right, little bird—let it go,” he growled in my ear. “Let it all go and let yourself come. Gods, you’re gorgeous when you’re coming!”
The girl in the mirror was indeed beautiful in the midst of her pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright as she writhed against her husband, who was caressing her full breasts and murmuring in her ear.
“Look at you coming so fucking hard,” Liath rumbled, tugging my nipples some more. “Let yourself go, little bird—but don’t forget the rose.”
The rose! I really had almost forgotten—but I think I can be forgiven since I was caught up in my first ever sexual release. I tried to gather the sparks of pure sensation shooting through me—I could almost see them in the air around me—and throw them at the rose.
Live! I thought fiercely at it as my body pulsed with pleasure. Grow, thrive! Be alive!
And then I closed my eyes as another wave of sensation overcame me—for a moment I glimpsed what seemed to be a whole sky full of stars… and then, finally, everything went still.
16
“Alira? Little bird—are you all right?” Liath’s deep voice brought me back from the warm place I’d been—a place of peace where the overwhelming pleasure ebbed slowly away, leaving a sense of sleepy contentment in its place.
“Hmmm?” I opened my eyes to see him peering anxiously down at me.
“Are you all right?” he repeated. “You had a really intense release and then you seemed to faint for a moment—fucking scared me.”
“Sorry…” I sighed deeply and stretched luxuriously in his arms. “Oh…” I looked at my hand—the one I had touched myself with. “I, er, think I need to clean myself up,” I told Liath.
“I can help you with that.” Taking my hand in his, he sucked my fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue until the last traces of my wetness were gone.
“Oh…” I watched him with wide eyes. “You, er, like that?”
“The taste of your pussy honey? Fuck yes, sweetheart.” He gave me a half-lidded look as our eyes met in the mirror and I realized there was something hot and hard pressing against my back.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, turning to look down between us. “You’re, uh, shaft is hard again.”
“Because it’s fucking arousing to watch you pleasure yourself, sweetheart,” he growled.
I bit my lip.
“Do you…do you want me to help you with it? With your shaft, I mean? The same way you helped me touch myself?”